On Wednesday, we went to the store and bought snacks and drinks for the trip. The boys wanted Ruffles Cheese and Sour Cream chips (or something like that). The first bag Jack found was a little 6 or 7 oz bag that had been stuck on the shelf in the wrong place so it was the only one he could find. We finally found the bigger bags. The little bag was “Oven-Baked.” The big bag was not. We got the big bag.
Thursday afternoon in the car.
B, turning the bag around and around: Where does it say “reheated?”
J: It was “oven-baked,” and that was the other bag.
I’m so glad Jack can read his brother’s mind, because I had no clue what Blake was talking about.

I’m totally stealing this one because I was there and I can. This is a conversation between my cousin’s wife and their four-year-old son.
Mom says something about her sister.
4yo: Who’s your sister?
Mom: well, who’s your aunt, besides Aunt Laurie?
4yo, After a couple of false starts: Aunt Ann?
Mom: Yes.
4yo: Who’s Aunt Hannah?
Mom: There is no Aunt Hannah.
4yo: Then how’s she your sister?

Darius Rucker: My baby plays the guitar.
Blake: That’s pretty impressive.
Me: Not *that* kind of baby. Continue reading →

B: Jack, I need to tell you: When you told me to examine my zipper, my zipper was already examed.

B: I love you, Mama. And I love Daddy and Jack and my computer.

Overheard:
B: Jack! Lumberjacks are not a thing!
J: Yes they are. They’re those guys who cut down trees and eat pancakes.

B: It’s cool that you can hear what you say. I just did it again! I heard what I said! That’s such a cool feature!
No, he’s not talking about a game.

Blake and I helped put out the eggs at a huge local egg hunt. He had fun, but was concerned about “hunting” later because “now I know where all the eggs are hidden.” Check out the clever hiding spots:

I grabbed the first Easter basket I found yesterday morning, and somehow managed to find what is probably the only one in the house with plastic grass (or any grass) in it. In the car, Blake asked, “Why is this green stuff in here?”
“It’s supposed to be grass. I’m not quite sure of the point. Mostly decoration these days.”
“I like it. It adds detail.”

B: Can you bring me my water, Mama?
Me: Where is it?
B: I don’t know.
Me: Then probably not.

April 1:
I was on the phone around noon when Blake realized the date. He ran over, pinched me, and yelled, “April Fools!”
Wrong annoying holiday, dude.

Apparently Blake learned it was April Fools Day when Jack opened his bedroom door, threw his shirt in Blake’s face, and yelled, “April Fools Day!”
There may be some confusion about what a prank actually entails.